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“She is the keeper of the soul. She is the soul-maker, the wolf-raiser, the keeper of things wild.”

— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from  “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992

i talk to plants and the moon. ୨୧

be careful who you give your sunsets and midnights to

me: :(

the moon: 🌙

me: :)

“I swear by the moon I am most melancholy soft, and most outrageous sentimental.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “The Lamp and the Bell,” published c. 1921 (via violentwavesofemotion)

“For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns.”

— Aleister Crowley, La Gitana   (via lavandula)

“She wants her cup of stars.”

— Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House (via goodbyedreamland)

autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.